>>5367720“Yeah, and she didn’t look like Jagga the Hutt either. Wish they’d bring her back in.” Number three’s voice brings you back to reality as he laments the loss of Carmine, who seems to have worked at this place at some point in time. “Even if she kicks our asses from here to Conneticut, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for a piece of that sweet Carmine…”
“Oho, don’t let her ever hear you say that,” Number two says warningly. “She’d never let you get away with ‘that’ kind of comment.” At that, the trio descends into a chorus of laughter.
Soon enough, the sound of chatter and footsteps becomes far enough away that you deem it safe enough to remerge from your hiding spots.
“That was… enlightening.” Valjean says lowly, shooting a glare in the direction the guards disappeared.
“And they call us weirdos.” Bernard adds just as quietly, sticking his tongue out in distaste.
“Come on.” You’d rather not dawdle if you can help it.
Traversing through the maze of hallways, you and your group err on the side of caution as you're caught between avoiding guards and destroying the lone cameras that seem to be placed in the most inconvenient of spots, as doing so is only a matter of sneaking into said cameras' blind spots and having Julia or Boleski do their thing.
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